Μέδουσα (mycursedface) wrote,
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One thing that Sam's room does not lack is books. It might lack in another things (like, style and neatness and consistently open curtains), but it doesn't lack for books.

At the moment, Medusa is considering this to being something of an advantage, which is why the Gorgon can presently be found sitting on the floor, frowning over a book. There may be following the words with a finger and reading out loud (slowly) involved.

There are certainly open curtains and windows involved.
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At some stage, Sam pops his head around the door. He's been looking for her.

"Hey, Meda, you coming out? It's finally warm outside."
She glances up, her snakes twisting to keep her braids out of her face.

"Warm?"
He grins. "Well, maybe not so much by your standards. Warmer, anyway."
"And you want to go outside." Medusa snaps the book shut. "This should be encouraged."
Sam laughs. "Yeah, but then you were in here." He leaves the doorway, moving to kiss her neck. "I think that should be encouraged, too."
"Just reading, though." Her snakes obligingly move out of the way to allow better access to her neck.
"Reading's important," he says, between kisses. "What've you got?"
"I...Good question." His kisses are distracting. Still. She suspects they always will be. "Um, Murder on the Orient Express."
They will be if Sam has any input on the matter.

"Hey, that's a good one." Kiss kiss kiss, lips trailing down to her shoulder. "Have you figured out who did it yet?"
"No, and don't you even think of telling me."
Sam salutes.

"Wouldn't even dream of it, don't worry. I think you'll like the ending, though; I know I did."
"Oh, good."

Then she pauses, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Do you think like this? I mean, like humans and in straight lines and plots?"
Sam considers, and uses the time to kiss her neck again.

"Pretty much, yes. I don't know how much that is me being me and how much is the time spent in human minds, though."
"Hmmm." Medusa studies the book in her hands for a long moment. "I'm not sure that I can."
"What's the problem?" he asks.

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